Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
And, I smell skunk as well. Our property is across the street from Coyote Creek and I've seen skunks out and about on the paracourse. I think one let loose outside close to my office. So, I'm getting the whiff of Jif this morning.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A guy is 80 years old and loves to fish. He was sitting in his boat the other day when he heard a voice say, 'Pick me up.'He looked around and couldn't see any one. He thought he was dreaming when he heard the voice say a gain,'Pick me up.'
He looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog.
The man said, 'Are you talking to me?'
The frog said, 'Yes, I'm talking to you. Pick me up then, kiss me and I'll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
I'll make sure that all your friends are envious and jealous because I will be your bride!'
The man looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in his front breast pocket.
Then the frog said, 'What, are you nuts? Didn't you hear what I said? I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride.'
He opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said,
'Nah, at my age I'd rather have a talking frog.'
With age comes wisdom.
Yumi sent me this.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
But what an ass buster to get to the end of the shift. From the instant I clock in, I'm busy. I hardly had 10 minutes to sit down on any singular day. Sandra called me twice and I didn't even have a minute to talk with her, which didn't make her very happy.
But, there's a lot of people in the unemployment line who would be happy to have a Teamster job with full benefits and 10 hours of OT a week, so I can't really complain too much.
We have a guy who according to rumor is losing his job next week. He's above me on the senority list and has gotta be close to retirement. Rumor tells me that he was fucking a carrier, or a gal in a carrier's family. This is highly unethical. And, it seems to me that he married a carrier who he was fucking previously.
To top it off, rumor also tells us that he was taking kickbacks from the carriers to either keep or obtain their routes. So, you give up everything you've worked for, working nights, weekends, holidays, always being tired, the whole bit. You give this up for pussy and a few dollars. What a fucking idiot.
We also cut a few more jobs and individual shifts last week. We had more senior people "bump" or take the job of less senior people. Two of the guys who had to bump were more senior than I was, one of them had a day job that Sandra was hoping I would win. As it turns out, its just as well I was denied the job by a higher senority guy. You don't bump anyone underneath you, you bump the least senior person. So, these two guys got jobs that they're not really happy with. At least they have jobs.
Hi Joe, I live in Arkansas, But I grew up on Ryer Island, We moved just off the Island In 1970, Then we move to AR in 1976. When they added the 911 system, they named the road we lived on after my family (Holland) Even though we had moved like 5 years earlier.We lived in the old farm house next to the marina. I see on Virtual Earth the house is gone now. We used to ride the Real McCoy everyday to school. Except when the tides were real bad, then we would ride the J Mac. The year of the Isleton flood they shut down both ferries, it took us a long time to get to school, We had to take the Ryre Av Bridge. When we first moved to the Island the old school on the Island was still open. My brothers and sisters went to the school they closed it the year I started school. So then we all went to Rio Vista School. Long bus ride around the island.
I've never met anyone who grew up on Ryer Island. Lo and behold, thanks to the internet, now I virtually have.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Charlie hit a big rock in the road one time back in the day. Three of us had gone for a ride to Carson City and back the next day, taking the scenic route. I spilled on SH-4 waaaaay back in the boonies. My riding jacket rode up when I was doing the road roll and I got road rash on my belly.
Somewhere the next day, IIRC, Bufford had a get off on his 400 Honda twin. Then, we were on SH-89 admiring the scenery when Bufford and I rode around this rock in the middle of the lane. Charlie wasn't paying attention and rode right over it, knocking his rim out of true. Almost all riding is good, but each of us had issues. At least Charlie didn't spill.
Three Labrador retrievers - a brown, yellow and black - are sitting in the waiting room at the vet’s office when they strike up a conversation.
The black lab turns to the brown and says, ‘So why are you here?’ The brown lab replies, ‘I’m a pisser. I piss on everything - the sofa, the drapes, the cat, the kids. But the final straw was last night, when I pissed in the middle of my owner’s bed.’
The black lab says, ‘So what is the vet going to do?’ ‘Gonna give me Prozac,’ came the reply from the brown lab. ‘All the vets are prescribing it. It works for everything.’ He then turns to the yellow lab and asks, ‘Why are you here?’
The yellow lab says, ‘ I’m a digger. I dig under fences, dig up flowers and trees, I dig just for the hell of it. When I’m inside, I dig up the carpets. But I went over the line last night when I dug a big hole in my owner’s couch.’ ‘So what are they going to do to you?’ the black lab inquired. ‘Looks like Prozac for me too,’ the dejected yellow lab said.
The yellow lab then turns to the black lab and asks what he’s at the vet’s office for. I’m a humper,’ the black lab says. ‘I’ll hump anything. I’ll hump the cat, a pillow, the table, fire hydrants, whatever. I want to hump everything I see. Yesterday, my owner had just got out of the shower and was bending down to dry her toes, and I just couldn’t help myself, I hopped on her back and started humping away.’
The yellow and brown labs exchange a sad glance and say, ‘So, Prozac for you too, huh?’ The black lab says, ‘No, I’m here to get my nails clipped.’
Friday, March 20, 2009
I poached these from Eunoia. The bottom one is a nicely restored Honda CB 500 Four. I've never ridden one of these, but the Honda single OHC motor is a jewel.
The top pic shows the head to head of big standard bikes. The Honda CB 750 Four is to the left and the Kawasaki Z-1 (900 cc's) is on the right. The Honda came out in 1969 and was made until 1977. In 1978 ( I think, it could have been 1979), Honda came out with the DOHC 750. The OHC Honda killed the British in the American market. The monster that the Z-1 was didn't help any. I wrote about my dad's Z here.
Eunoia is a blog that I've added to my regular reads. He's come by a time or two with commentary. I welcome him as a regular.